Chapter Six Randall
She’s a mythical creature. The stuff of urban legends. The face of an innocent angel and the mind of a sex goddess. A woman who says she doesn’t want commitment and freaking means it.
I called her when I got back from the Mavericks away games in New York and New Jersey. Guess what this mythical creature said? “I’d love to hook up, but I can’t do anything serious right now. Or like, ever. Is that OK?”
She expresses what I wish I could say out loud. Except if those words come from me, I’m a jackass. From her? Poetry.
“Let me make sure I got all your rules straight,” I had said in mock sternness. “Not at your place and not at mine. No sleepovers. And nothing serious. Is that it?” My face was split in a grin so wide my cheeks strained.
“Yes, sir,” she had teased back.
She said that again when I told her to hold on to the hotel headboard later that night.
It’s been almost two weeks since we met. Elise was not kidding about keeping things light. At least in the commitment part, because everything else is heavy. When I think about how she took me in her mouth the last time we went for a drive, my balls turn to dumbbells.
The thing is, I can get casual hookups on the regular. But the blurring of faces gets old. And I like Elise’s face a lot. She has a way of smiling that’s a bit restrained, like there’s a secret she’s hiding till the perfect moment.
I get to have casual sex with a person who I wouldn’t mind having a beer and a cheeseburger with. That’s a freaking miracle. And knowing she doesn’t give a fuck about hockey is a bonus. No exclusive dating and no hockey player fetish; just great sex with a fascinating woman.
Why would I see anyone else? Wait, neither is she, right?
We never talked about being exclusive, because that’s not a conversation you have with someone you’re hooking up with. I consider the possibility of Elise seeing other people and reject it outright. Nah, neither of us have the time. Which is what makes our arrangement one hundred percent flawless.
I’m already sweating, and I haven’t even entered the building that houses the theater department at Statehouse Community College in downtown Columbus. My cock is so stiff, I have to wear a jacket to walk around when I know I’m heading her way. Fifty minutes. She said she could spare some of that fifty minutes between classes for a quickie.
The face of an innocent angel and the mind of a sex goddess.
Past the front entrance of her building, I find myself in a busy area with students milling around, sitting on loungers, and walking while looking down at their phones. More than one bodily crash is barely averted.
I keep my head down and my baseball cap low to blend in. Walking along the outskirts of the bustling area, I stop in front of a large bulletin board displaying production posters and flyers for drama club meetings, improv nights, and guest speaker events. There’s one pamphlet that has Elise featured in front of a classroom, her face excited and arms mid-gesture. Before I realize what I’m doing, I take it down and stuff it in my pocket. You never know when I’ll be asked to give a theater degree recommendation.
I recheck her text directions to one of the “theater labs.” Down a hallway past an orchestra rehearsal and another room with tap dancers. Further in the building, there’s the ramp she warned me about. Follow and enter the double doors. Got it.
She’s at the center of a low stage, only three steps higher than the main floor. The room is barely lit, but her white shirt glows. I close the door behind me, guiding the latch quietly. Staying still in the shadows at the edges of what appears to be a pentagon room with chairs all around the stage, I watch her work.
She’s got her back to me and moves erratically. Reading something from a stack of papers, waving her arms as if to measure the distance between imaginary things, dropping down to mark the floor. It’s fascinating to see her in deep concentration. She turns enough so I get a profile of her little nose and cute chin. Grabbing the pencil between her teeth, Elise jots something down.
“Is this where we’re holding auditions?” My voice rumbles in the echo chamber of the small theater.
She smiles while finishing whatever she’s writing. Elise knew I was here all along and kept me waiting. Fuck if that isn’t hot.
She’s wearing black leggings and chunky black boots. Black-and-white outfit, but her face is red with effort and her lips are dark pink. It’s a pop of color I can’t take my eyes off of, remembering how that mouth was stretched around my cock.
When Elise is good and ready, she steps down from the small stage and drops her stuff on a chair by the first row. Then she bites her lower lip and glances at me beneath lowered lids.
Suddenly, her entire demeanor shifts from confidently efficient to achingly shy. Her stride changes, too;from purposeful to hesitant. Approaching with tiny steps, her legs crossing over each other, she peers up at me innocently.
“Where would you like me to st-start, sir? I'm...I'm so nervous," she stutters with an awkward giggle."This my first audition.”
My dick surges to attention in response to thegame she's started.I want to kiss her, but she doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to drop the role-playing. Some part of me—curious and prideful—won’t be the first to break the spell. I want to see where this improv skit takes us.
“Are you ready for your audition? Ready to show me what you’ve got?”
“Yes, sir. I mean, I think so, sir,” she answers with a trembling voice and heaving chest.
I’m not regretting this game one bit even if it is eating into our between-classes quicky.It’s too much fun to watch her act like aninsecure young actress when I know she’s a whip-wielding director.
“I expect you to work hard on this scene.” I muster a stern, teacherly voice. “You shouldknow your linesinside and out.”
She nods, her eyes fixed on the ground. Although it's probably not what a real director would do—let’s hope not anyway—I tilt her chin up and run a thumb over her smooth cheek.
“You've got tons of talent, Elise. This is your chance to show me what you can do,” I say, caught up in our scene of encouragement and seduction. "You want to impress me, don't you?"
She whispers so softly, I have to lean in to hear.
“What if I mess up my lines? What if I don’t impress you? I really, really need this role. I’d doanythingto get the part.”
Her earnest begging is going to kill me. Jesus, my cock is so hard it’s leaking.
"Anything?" I ask while trying to seem detached.I'm very much not detached.
“Anything, sir."
"That's a good girl," I rasp.
She releases a shaky breath, relief softening her stressed expression.
Elise isn't delivering an academy award performance, but try telling my dick that.
"I just don't know if I can do it in front of everyone."Her voice is timid while her eyes are wide with uncertainty.
Drawing from my far less convincing acting chops, I say, “Would it make you feel better if you audition only for me?”
Her chin tiltsdown while she nods adorably. “Yes, sir.”
Fuck, I could take her right now. Bend her over that stage and slam my cock in her welcoming body.
“Is there a backstage?” I growl like a starving man ready to dive into a feast.
Turning around and looking over her shoulder, Elise guides me past the stage. We walk deeper into the theater lab where there’s a narrow hallway hidden behind heavy drapery. Her ass jiggles with each step, driving me insane.
The second the drapes fall, I grab her hips and rub my hardness between her globes. “Did you think about my cock when you called me to your theater, Elise? Got me so worked up just driving over.”
“Took you long enough,” she says with a chuckle, back to her sassy self.
I walk us forward till we hit a wall. Pushing my length against her, I relish her canted hips and sexy groans.
“I think it’s safe to say, you’ve got the part,” I grit out while running my hand over her stomach, at the edge of her waistband.
When I slip inside her leggings and run a finger over her slickness, she bangs her head against the wall and moans.
“That feels so good,” she whimpers.
“Where’s your office?”
She says the last thing I expect. “I share an office with two other people. I need you here. Now.”
“You miss my cock so much you can’t wait, Elise? Need me to stretch this tight pussy right here, right now.” I swirl my finger.
“I want you inside me. Please, Randall.”
That’s all the encouragement I need. I pull her back against my chest and suck her neck. She pushes her leggings down while I scramble to get my condom on.
“Guide me in, baby,” I groan into her ear. “Been so hard since the second you called. Can’t wait to fuck you the way you need to be fucked.”
“Yes, yes,” she mumbles, reaching over to grip my length. She glides my tip over her folds twice before completely sitting on my cock.
Her backside flush against my groin feels incredible. Heat and wetness choke me. Her head falls forward so she’s completely leaning over. I watch my cock between the round ass I’m grabbing for dear life. Elise wraps me in liquid fire. Her flowery aroma mixes with the heady sensation of our bodies colliding.
She matches my rhythm as I shove in a steady beat. Elise’s backside bounces with each thrust. We’re smacking skin to skin, my legs straining. I reach over to fondle her clit, because she needs to be there with me. I’m so close.
“Kiss me. Fuck, I need you to kiss me,” I demand.
She straightens up, her back to my chest. I lock her in place, one hand working her pussy while the other is wrapped around her neck to tilt her face so I have better access.
Our mouths fuse frantically, tongues sweeping without restraint, hips churning with each thrust. Her body stiffens before her mouth goes slack and she releases a low moan.
The pulses around my arousal are so strong, I have to bite down on her neck to keep from roaring. It’s bliss at the edge of delirium as we grind on each other, taking the last drop of pleasure till we’re both emptied and sated and sweaty.
The sound of a latch jerks us out of our slumped state. The rise of chatter makes us scramble to straighten our clothes. And feet stomping on the stage propels Elise into a darker corner of the back room. I’m hauled behind her.
“Follow that hallway,” she says gesturing down a narrow and dark path. “It’ll lead to another door that takes you to the next wing,” she whispers, while straightening her top and patting down her hair.
My cock is back in my pants, but I can’t quite process her instructions because blood hasn’t fully recirculated in my brain.
“Don’t I get to stay to watch the class?” I ask.
Her eyes go wide. She’s even cuter when she’s flustered. My wink confirms the joke.
“Thanks for coming.” A get a quick peck on the cheek. “I’ll see you around, I guess?”
That’s what she said the last time we hooked up. “Sure, I’ll see you around.”
She turns away and strides in the direction of the main room.
“Elise?” I find myself saying.
“Yeah?” She looks as puzzled as I feel, because why the hell did I call her back?
To tell her how hot that was.
To ask when I’d see her again.
To thank her for existing.
Everything I run through my brain sounds pervy as hell.
“I’m the starting goalie on Thursday,” I announce. “Wanna watch some hockey? I’ll leave you and your friends tickets at the will call. Text me how many you’ll need.”
“I’ve never been to a hockey match.”
“Game, baby,” I snicker. “It’s a hockey game.” I rake my hand over my hair and cringe at the sweat. I hadn’t even bothered removing my jacket.
“No pressure if you’re busy. Have a great class.”
She smiles. “Yes, sir.”